Well Rocked by Clara Bayard

I think you’ve done shows with them before.”
    Joe nodded. “Yeah, a big festival this spring.”
    “Great. Their album is doing well too, and you’ll rise together.”
    “Uh-huh. But that still-”
    “I wasn’t finished. Your tour will also feature the first solo performances of Julia Connor since she was a tiny thing playing state fairs.”
    Julia Connor. She was some kid television actor slash singer slash dancer or something. I vaguely recalled seeing her mentioned in an email, and had looked her up. She’d spent her teen years, post TV in a girl group that was really popular in Eastern Europe, but hadn’t made much of an impact in the States. It seemed like a weird fit for the boys, but I trusted that the label guys knew what they were doing. She was certainly famous enough to fill stadiums. Online I’d been able to track almost every move the girl made from birth. Three years after she’d left the public eye, she still hand hundreds of active fan sites, and a lawsuit pending against some scumbag who stole one of those cherry-pickers the phone company uses, in order to take pictures of her bedroom. If that was the level of fame Dex and the others were headed towards, I wasn’t sure it would be a good thing at all.
    But then I looked over at him. He was ignoring the meeting and watching me. He grasped my hand and bumped his leg against mine. I relaxed a bit, thinking about all of the wonderful times we’d shared.
    Like I’d told him in our darkest hour, we were strong enough to make it through anything. Life, sex, work, death, demons. Fame didn’t stand a chance at getting between us.